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you tire me out
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my worst trouble this week is not my sore neck
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my neck is sore i hate my pillow
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may this be my worst trouble this week instead of passive self-destruct ideation
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bruises on my thighs but not for the reasons i would've preferred
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my greatest fear is killing someone by giving them a hickey. not many people know this but it is very possible to kill someone if you overdo the hickey
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i am the raging bisexual the world needs to defeat heteronormativity
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pop pop
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"girl do you have notes" idk you. i haven't seen you before in my life. don't text me
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i actually quite like wearing heels and (tw positive personal opinion on self) they make my legs look decent but i avoid them in daily life because of public transport. it's much more comfortable with high soles than *heels* themselves... so i don't know if buying that pair was a good choice. in any case, they're a good pair, so it should be fine.
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i need this week to end already
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this is a pathetic thing to be distracted by honestly
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i'm so stuck in my head and yours too
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sometimes doctors press somewhere and see if it hurts so that they can treat you properly. a human communicates calmly.
veterinarians do the same on animals to check for wounds. they get bitten or scratched often, don't they?
the skin trapped under the tips of my nails are rotten and i can't brush away the taste of blood. our wounds reflect one another, too, and neither of us apologize.
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i tell you to pull them out. you insist that they are my pride and joy, and my nature. no human being would have claws like this, and canines like yours. i wonder what that means.
you insist that i depart. manipulation, or a nudge in the right direction, we're beyond arguing at this point.
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i'll end up muttering a sorry in the end and you'll tell me that you'll help sharpen my nails again. your gentle smile will shine a liquid red, dripping apologies like a faulty tap.